My older sister was a dancer in the stage show. My mother and I would accompany her to all her rehearsals and shows (I was 2 – 4 years old back then. I’m 49 now!) I can remember the excitement of being in the audience, the mariachis, the dancers dancing the jarabe, or the chacha, etc. I also remember walking over to Grand Central Market with my mother to buy fried shrimp. I’ve never tasted any as good since then. Downtown L.A. was so beautiful in those days. Shopping at the big department stores was an experience, escpecially at Christmastime with the window displays. We used to dress up to go downtown, my mom in high heels, me in my mary janes… riding the street car. Nothing like today where all you see at the local mall are slobs in jeans or sweats. :(
My older sister was a dancer in the stage show. My mother and I would accompany her to all her rehearsals and shows (I was 2 – 4 years old back then. I’m 49 now!) I can remember the excitement of being in the audience, the mariachis, the dancers dancing the jarabe, or the chacha, etc. I also remember walking over to Grand Central Market with my mother to buy fried shrimp. I’ve never tasted any as good since then. Downtown L.A. was so beautiful in those days. Shopping at the big department stores was an experience, escpecially at Christmastime with the window displays. We used to dress up to go downtown, my mom in high heels, me in my mary janes… riding the street car. Nothing like today where all you see at the local mall are slobs in jeans or sweats. :(